Thanksgiving Tradition Trivia

Why do turkeys gobble?

Only male turkeys, or toms, can gobble, and they mostly do it in the spring and fall. It is a mating call and attracts the hens. Wild turkeys gobble at loud sounds and when they settle in for the night.

Can turkeys fly?

Turkeys raised on turkey farms cannot fly. Wild turkeys can fly short distances at up to 55 miles per hour.

What’s the difference between a sweet potato and a yam?

Literally and botanically speaking, the two are not related.  Yams are large, starchy, edible tuberous roots that can grow two to three feet long and weigh as much as 80 pounds. They grow in tropical/subtropical countries and need eight to ten months of warm weather to mature. The two words became entwined in our household vernacular partly through a publicity campaign. Early in this century, sweet-potato promoters attached the word yam to the deep orange, moist-fleshed varieties and left the words sweet potato to the smaller, yellowish, dry-fleshed varieties. Today it is common to find either or both words used in supermarkets, but whichever is used, what’s on sale is the sweet potato.


What’s the story on cranberries?

The cranberry is a genuine Native American, Vaccinium macrocarpon, a member of the heath family and a relative of the blueberry and huckleberry. The Pequot Indians of Cape Cod called the berry ibimi, meaning bitter berry, and combined crushed cranberries with dried venison and fat to make pemmican.

The Pilgrims and those who followed appreciated the wild berries but did not start to cultivate them until 1816, when a bog was planted and tended in Dennis on Cape Cod. By then, American and Canadian sailors on long voyages knew they could eat cranberries to protect themselves from scurvy — making them a cranberry counterpart to British “limeys.”

Which was the first department store to sponsor a Thanksgiving parade?

Nope, it wasn’t Macy’s. In 1920, Gimbel’s held the very first Thanksgiving day parade. Macy’s first parade occurred in 1924.

Which President moved the holiday up by a week to help stimulate the Christmas shopping economy?

It was Franklin Roosevelt. But this tactic was not well accepted, and in 1941, Congress made Thanksgiving a federal holiday that would always fall on the fourth Thursday in November.

Why is a male turkey referred to as a Tom turkey?

Benjamin Franklin proposed the turkey as our national bird, but when Thomas Jefferson opposed the idea, Franklin mockingly called the turkey “Tom”.

When was the first Thanksgiving Day football game played?

This tradition was started in 1934 by the Detroit Lions, when they played the Chicago Bears.

Thanksgiving Traditions: How to Make Vegetarian Mincemeat

This morning over at Ravelry, member NicolaKnits posted a recipe for vegetarian mincemeat. She kindly consented to my posting it here. So this is her recipe, word for word.

Mincemeat (vegan and fat free)

3 cups dried currants
1.5 cups golden raisins
1.5 cups raisins
.75 cup candied peel
1 pound apples, peeled and finely chopped
2.5 cups sugar
1 tsp allspice
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp cinnamon
zest and juice of 2 lemons
.75 cup brandy or fruit juice

(Notes: I don’t use the candied peel as I can’t find any that is additive-free. I just leave it out. I reduced the sugar to 2 cups when I made it today. Only use the zest of lemons that are organic and unwaxed. I use apple or grape juice, not brandy.)

Mix all the ingredients together in a large bowl, cover and leave overnight. Put into sterilised jars and leave in the refrigerator for 4 – 6 weeks. (This recipe will fill almost five 500ml/2 cup jars.) Edited to add: I made double this weekend and actually filled 8 jars.

And here is the link to Nicola’s own blog. You’ll enjoy your visit:

http://nicolaknits.blogspot.com/

Historical Fiction: People of the Book, by Geraldine Brooks

4.0 out of 5 stars The illuminated Haggadah

People of the Book is not a page turner, a suspense novel, or an adventure story. Author Brooks has taken what little is known about the Sarajevo Haggadah, with a focus on a few tiny artifacts evidently left behind, inadvertently, by some of the people who handled it in the past. The skeleton of the story hangs upon the stabilization of the book by Hanna Heath, a book conservationist working in the 1990’s. As she discovers such minutia as a feather, a stain, and an insect wing, the author inserts compelling chapters in which their presence might be explained. It is these chapters, which begin during the second world war and gradually regress to the early medieval period, that make People the compelling historical novel that it is. The history of the Haggadah parallels that of the persecution of the Jews, but many of the major characters in each era are Christian or Muslim. In the end, it becomes clear that the production and preservation of a great religious work of art relies on the cooperative efforts of people of many faiths. This is a message that could not be more timely, and this is a book that is a pleasure to read and ponder.

It’s a Mystery: Breakheart Hill, by Thomas Cook

4.0 out of 5 stars First love

Breakheart Hill, narrated by a now middle aged man, is the story of his first love. Ben Wade falls hard for the new girl in town, Kelli Troy, but is too shy to assert himself to her. Ben’s best friend counsels him to make a move, but to no avail. Kelli eventually falls for the school’s top athlete, and breaks Ben’s heart. Shortly thereafter, someone assaults Kelli and leaves her for dead. Thirty years later, the classmates who have stayed in their hometown are still coping with the aftermath of the trauma of her loss. Author Cook knows how to build suspense, page by page. Using a circular pattern of suggesting possibilities and then revealing them, the reader is drawn into Ben’s obsession with the object of his newly born adult desires. It is the slow, relentless crescendo of anticipation that makes this book the success it is. One must recall one’s own adolescence to understand Ben’s fixation, which is extreme, because there truly is nothing special about Kelli to a dispassionate observer, and at times, he becomes annoying. But Cook does a masterful job of portraying the unspoken complicity of those who were most closely involved at the time. Disaster does not develop in a vacuum, and in this tale, at least, the players must eventually face up to and shoulder their share of responsiblity for what happened to Kelli.

Monday Morning Poem: Merry Autumn

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.

Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ‘em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.

The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

Nonfiction: The Left Hander Syndrome, by Stanley Coren

3.0 out of 5 stars Right minded

The word “syndrome” in the title of this book should serve to red-flag contents. Because the author views left handedness as a “pathological” aberration from the norm, his approach is to analyze it accordingly, which he does with painstaking attention to the science and statistics of neuropsychology. Much of what he presents as fact is interesting, and may be correct. The connection with birth trauma is particularly valuable. Coren does not, however, devote much time to addressing the opposite phenomenom, that of the gifted left-hander. My concern with this unbalanced approach is that it creates the impression that most, if not all, lefties are somehow seriously hampered in their abilities to lead “normal” lives. In truth, southpaws are disproportionately represented among athletes, artists, and intellectuals. Regarding life span, a study conducted in 1993 by the National Institutes of Health and Harvard University found no significant difference among death rates for right or left hand dominance.
All human characteristics have their good and bad features, so why should left-handedness be any different? Just something to keep in mind….

Watch This: Lost in Austen

5.0 out of 5 stars Fancy meeting you here…..

There’s nothing deep or literary about Lost in Austen. It’s a time travel tale that incorporates all the standard glitches, as 21st century Amanda tries to navigate her way around the style and conventions of the 19th century. Because she curls up with Austen every time she feels stressed, Amanda knows what should be happening in this strange new (old) world, but somehow, the characters simply won’t behave as planned.

If not taken too seriously, this foray into Pride and Prejudice is delightful. It’s genuinely entertaining to watch well known and loved characters adopt wills of their own. Jemima Rooper as Amanda is spot on, as she struggles to speak and conduct herself in accordance with Regency mores. Elliot Cowan makes a fine Mr. Darcy, although at times he seems to be channeling Heathcliff instead, and Tom Mison as Mr. Bingley threatens to upstage Darcy at several points. Supporting cast members are equally true to form. The scenery is stunning, and costumes reflect proper period detail, despite their rather muted colors.

Lost in Austen is a sweet, frothy romance that pays tribute to the original while providing a throughly modern twist. A pleasant way to while away a rainy afternoon.

Historical Fiction: The Postmistress, by Sarah Blake

**** The Letter

On the eve of America’s entry into the second World War, three women struggle with the changes that will inevitably alter their lives. The eponymous postmistress, middle aged Iris, has reason to hope that love will at long last be hers. Emma is a young, naive bride, whose husband, an MD, suddenly decides that he is meant to cross the Atlantic to help the victims of the Blitz, leaving behind a pregnant Emma to cope as best she can. Frankie is a brilliant young reporter posted in London, assistant to none other than Edward R. Murrow. Her evening radio broadcasts have a profound effect on some listeners, but far fewer than she hopes. As the situation in Europe, these women must grapple with the emotional chaos that war visits on those at home, little dreaming how intertwined their fates will be.

Author Blake handles words beautifully, writing in a straightforward, sometimes metaphoric style. Although this plot is reliant upon unlikely coincidence, it is dramatic and poignant without descending into sentimentality. The chapters on the plight of refugees are particularly affecting.

Highly recommended for readers who enjoy well researched, intelligent historical fiction.

Many thanks to Barnes & Noble and Amy Einhorn Books/Putnam for providing this advanced reader copy.

It’s a Mystery: Finger Lickin’ Fifteen, by Janet Evanovich

3.0 out of 5 stars Bar-B-Q

Janet Evanovich  said in an interview that Stephanie and crew will never age during the course of this series. Big mistake, because Stephanie never learns, never makes life-enhancing choices, never grows. Kind of like Ground Hog Day. In this 15th episode, the plot, such as it is, descends into slapstick. Once an author resorts to fat and fart humor to serve as the central mechanism to moving along the story, you know she’s running out of ideas. This outing revolves loosely around Lula, who, having witnessed a murder, is in constant danger from the perps. A secondary thread concerns a string of robberies in establishments protected by Rangeman Securities. Not one, but at least four vehicles are bombed to smithereens. And formerly beloved characters are reduced to caricature. Narrator Lorelei King does her usual professional best, but not even she can save this farce. Here’s hoping Ms. Evanovich breaks her own rule and brings about some much needed change in Steph’s life.

Monday Morning Poem: November

November
by Thomas Hood

No sun–no moon!
No morn–no noon!
No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day–
No sky–no earthly view–
No distance looking blue–

No road–no street–
No “t’other side the way”–
No end to any Row–
No indications where the Crescents go–

No top to any steeple–
No recognitions of familiar people–
No courtesies for showing ‘em–
No knowing ‘em!

No mail–no post–
No news from any foreign coast–
No park–no ring–no afternoon gentility–
No company–no nobility–

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member–
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!

Photo by Linda. View of Loire river, November, 2002.